So I ask myself
What is the happiest you’ve been?
Impossible to say. I have been the happiest so many times. There’s no ranking it. Happiness is obliterative and regenerative, so I was the happiest those times, and I will be the happiest again. Always, I can’t wait.
What do you think happens next?
A woman who lives in our neighborhood and always wears the loveliest saris and walks holding her rosary beads passed me on the street. Our custom is to smile politely, but this time she stopped to hug me fiercely, like you’d hug someone you adore that you feared lost. Oh, and it’s spring.
What is your plan?
My daughter was driving home after a music gig yesterday and a car turned directly in front of her. The driver simply didn’t see my daughter’s car. Both were going 35 miles an hour and no brakes applied, airbags deployed, cars totaled. No one was hurt. I know I don’t get a plan, but the gift of a universe open to miracles. Or maybe you could say my plan is to never stop saying thank you.
I can absolutely identify with this last paragraph as my daughter was actually in a car accident recently with her boyfriend. I cannot allow myself to contemplate what could have been. Though I'll never meet him, I am forever thankful to the off duty police officer who helped her out of the car and made sure they were OK. It was horrifying getting the phone call from her but like you, I have resolved to count my blessings and let gratitude drive me.
I’m always so HAPPY when something that could have been life altering in an unfathomable way turns into something so doable. I’m always shouting thank you for all of the things that DIDN’T happen! So glad she’s okay!